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Floyd
Mirage of an arsonist
It was certainly not so much the fact that I wanted to please my parents in any way as the fact that I was no longer willing to do anything with their eternal Beckmessertum. I didn't want to hear Distorted Pony or Unsane anymore either, because my old ones were yelling at me enough already: Stop working. What are the neighbors gonna think? Take off your clothes? We're already cleaning the bottles off your sofa every night! Or: How do you actually smell, have you stopped smoking? What am I grateful for "Rake & Ruin"!
It's a good thing that at the beginning you could still sense some lemons under the burnt wood, perhaps not ideal, but otherwise I can now continue to live my life and face my parents credibly: No, I wasn't working, I got drunk with friends in the woods by the campfire and slept on earth. The leather jacket isn't new either, it's stolen. Or: I made a fire at the Jobcenter. And that also smells authentic, my old people are not stupid, they don't fall for synthetics. No, the smoke is somewhere between Rothändle, Schwarzer Krauser and Waldbrand. Juniper, gin and the Hesperides not only make the smoke look less dull upwards, they also open up spaces of association for great excuses, just like the green needles, the resins and the bitter dark woods. The nuances of old leather fit the image anyway and the fact that the lower part has a sweetly heavy ambry and musk makes the whole thing even more wearable, you can still whitewash it with a girl or a guy, nothing solid of course!
The whole thing doesn't smell too strong either and it always works, in any weather, at any time of the year. I'd hang him up after work, what else would the boss think?
It's a good thing that at the beginning you could still sense some lemons under the burnt wood, perhaps not ideal, but otherwise I can now continue to live my life and face my parents credibly: No, I wasn't working, I got drunk with friends in the woods by the campfire and slept on earth. The leather jacket isn't new either, it's stolen. Or: I made a fire at the Jobcenter. And that also smells authentic, my old people are not stupid, they don't fall for synthetics. No, the smoke is somewhere between Rothändle, Schwarzer Krauser and Waldbrand. Juniper, gin and the Hesperides not only make the smoke look less dull upwards, they also open up spaces of association for great excuses, just like the green needles, the resins and the bitter dark woods. The nuances of old leather fit the image anyway and the fact that the lower part has a sweetly heavy ambry and musk makes the whole thing even more wearable, you can still whitewash it with a girl or a guy, nothing solid of course!
The whole thing doesn't smell too strong either and it always works, in any weather, at any time of the year. I'd hang him up after work, what else would the boss think?
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